Amandah artfully placed the pod inside the coffee machine. It was basically the most difficult part of her day now that she’d given up on finding employment again. It was just too risky now that she managed to turn everything in her life into some kind of pornographic fever dream.
She and Carl had been dating for over a year now and she was just going to have to get used to being a stay at home type girlfriend. They would have to find a slightly more affordable apartment. One that also allowed pets.
Or whatever Sara was. It wasn’t always clear whether people saw her as a person or not. The whole, sex doll, situation was a little tricky to navigate but worth it for all the weird kinky fun they got up to.
Still...Amandah knew something wasn’t quite right about it. In her heart of hearts she was vaguely aware that she had made Sara the way she was by carelessly indulging her Mandi persona. She was absolutely, positively not going to be doing that again.
Carl had left for work and the tedious middle of the day was bearing down on her. She Had no desire to watch television so she made herself busy by tidying up. Men’s apartments were always so gross.
She eventually got too bored with chores and sat down to do a bit of research on her phone. How did one even begin learning about magic on the internet? All she ever turned up were weird hippie new age nonsense blogs and conspiracy theory threads. No help there.
“I suck dick”
She turned her head to look at the very distracting doll that she had to share space with. Sara certainly seemed happy enough with doing nothing. She just sort of stood around all day looking impossibly gorgeous. Amandah was just a little jealous.
“No! No being Mandi again!”
She decided to leave the house and get some fresh air. Being alone with Sara was just a bit too much to handle all day.
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Monday.
Amandah sat at a cute little coffee shop with a good book. Just soaking in the ambience and enjoying the aroma. And maybe eavesdropping on the little conversations happening around her.
There was an overworked barista running around behind the counter. The poor girl seemed pretty damn stressed out.
A never ending stream of morning joggers passed by the window. Trying their best to stay in shape while they tortured their bodies with repetitive stress injuries.
And of course a little trickle of customers coming in to grab a coffee and a snack on their way to work.
Really, it was all too mundane to even comment on. But Amandah couldn’t really concentrate on her book because she was so horny for some reason. A peculiar heat was building up between her thighs. Threatening to turn into wetness if she indulged the fantasies brewing in her mind.
If she were Mandi right now, all eyes would be on her. She could probably just sit back and flirt with the cute barista for a while. But it always seemed to go way too far out of control. Best not to risk it.
If only she could transform one step. Without totally falling down the rabbit hole of absolute bimbofication. Life was nice when it was ever so slightly lustier.
Oh well, no point in wondering because she definitely wasn’t going to be doing that.
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Tuesday.
Amandah retreated to her little coffee shop haven. The problem was that she was a little hornier than yesterday. She had even changed slightly. Her hair was a little longer and her boobs had perked up a size or two. That wasn’t good.
It was the horniness, she reasoned to herself. Even last night’s kinky little three way could only relieve her for so long. As she became more and more aroused she just seemed to change a little bit. As though the transformative power within her was bubbling beneath the surface. Trying to simmer over into reality.
She tried as hard as she could to think of something else. Anything but how fucking horny she was all the time.
It didn’t help that the couple sitting out on the patio seemed to be talking about sex. Their obscene conversation was much louder than normal social etiquette would allow. A faux pas that they seemed totally oblivious to as they carried on heedlessly.
So, that was no good. Even the cute barista had unbuttoned her shirt a bit and tied her dark hair up in pigtails. It was as if the world was conspiring to make her aroused today.
“Hi, Amandah! Your drink is ready” The unflappably cheery barista chirped. The sweet girl had decided to forgo the usual procedure and bring the hot beverage right to Amandah’s table. The way she leaned over and exposed her perky little breasts through the collar of her unbuttoned shirt seemed like it could have been deliberate.
“Thanks. Uhh. I guess you have me at a disadvantage because you know my name and I don’t know yours” Amandah mulled over in her mind whether she was about to flirt with this girl or not.
“Kate” She winked adorably and trotted back to her work station with a little skip in her step.
Amandah went back to her book. Trying desperately not to focus on how cute that whole interaction had been.
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Wednesday.
Amandah simply could not stay at Carl’s apartment during the day. Sara being there while she was so dangerously horny was just a recipe for disaster. And so she secluded herself in the cozy little coffee place once again.
Today things were distinctly worse. She’d masturbated once in the morning before breakfast. Which had done nothing to stifle her uncontrollable labido. It was as if the magic inside her was yearning to be set free. She looked much worse today. Wearing a heavy coat, even though the weather was sunny and fair. In an attempt to deny the fact that her body was changing out of control.
Changing into Mandi had been a total disaster. And it was beginning to look like resisting the urge to let loose came with its own unfortunate side effects. Not least of which was the coffee shop was starting to look...Well, a little porn-ier.
For starters, the customers whom she had seen on monday were definitely more glamorous today. A little more perky and well groomed than they were just days ago. Amandah had to wonder if she wasn’t dragging them along with her as she failed to keep her own changes contained.
The smoking gun of this particular suspicion was the barista, Kate. Where before she had been cute and spunky she was now looking distinctly stacked. In a way she most certainly had not been as recently as yesterday.
Amandah sequestered herself in the most private corner of the shop. She was actually just looking at porn on her phone now. Having decided that reading was too much effort. Just some light girl on girl stuff. Nothing too extreme. She couldn’t quite bring herself to watch anything that included actual penetration. As if that would somehow be less acceptable than what she was doing right now.
“Fuck” She bit her lip. Realizing that this definitely wasn’t helping. She needed to get laid, badly. It was just too bad that her man was at work all day. Maybe if she was getting fucked constantly it would help her contain the overflowing arousal that was changing her. Three times per day would be a good start.
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Thursday.
Carl had made a heroic attempt to satisfy Amandah’s increasingly ravenous appetite for sex. But the poor boy simply had too much on his plate. What with basically having two girlfriends that were constantly down to fuck. That was mostly her fault. She was more or less responsible for Sara being the way that she was. She’d even fucked Sara a few times after her boyfriend left, but it was no use.
She predictably found herself back at her favourite little coffee shop.
She had to stop and admire her work for just a while this time. Kate was coming along nicely. Maybe it was the fact that she was watching so much porn these days that influenced the changes. Whatever it was, the formerly ordinary looking barista was looking quite fake today. Her lips were too plump, her tits were too round. Even her makeup was over the top.
Amandah’s own body was becoming dangerously curvaceous. It was all she could do to try and dress down while her body defiantly popped out of every article of clothing that she owned. She’d ditched the coat today because it was just too fucking hot out. The overall look she projected was more than a little trashy.
This was not working. Maybe if she just changed a small amount it would relieve the pressure. A definite possibility that would need to be explored in private. If she indulged the change now it would probably drag poor Kate into sex doll territory. Like Sara.
Oof. Amandah bit her lip. Now there was a thought. She tried not to entertain it. Seeing as how it was so incredibly wrong just on the face of it. It was probably her own, monstrous horniness talking that made it sound like a thing that she might possibly do.
Besides, moral and ethical ickiness aside, Amandah was still worried that if she transformed one more time there wouldn't be any coming back.
Something had to be done. But she really had no idea what.
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Friday.
Amandah positively radiated lust as she walked into the coffee shop. The wetness in her pussy built as she walked over to the counter and placed her order. She wasn’t totally sure why she’d come back when she knew full well that she would most likely just give in today. It wasn’t like holding out seemed to yield any positive results.
“One-”
“Large latte. Coming up”
Kate had predicted her order. But she was kind of predictable, she supposed. She came back here every day even though she knew what the consequences could be. Amandah had described the gorgeous barista to Carl while they made love last night. She’d thought about her while she fingered herself in the morning. There was no resisting at this point. Not when she knew she could just give in and drag the other girl down with her.
“...Fuck” Amandah was conflicted. To say the least.
“Huh?” Kate turned and looked at Amandah quizzically. There was still a little bit of the innocence in her eyes that had been there on monday. But she kind of looked like a smokey, flirty porn kitten now. Her thin, well contoured face was punctuated by a huge pair of puffy lips that were so obviously fake they could be spotted from a block away. Her breast implants were downright sensible in comparison. In that they didn’t totally stand out in an immediate way that was impossible to ignore.
Amandah struggled, she really did. But the transformative magic simply had to be set free. She looked Kate in the eyes one last time before giving in. Maybe hoping that she could summon the will not to drag her down with her. But it was no use. The desire to exercise her transformative powers over the barista was impossible to suppress.
“I’m sorry”
She came as she willed herself to change. The force that had been building up within her totally overwhelmed her body. Her knees buckled and she fell to the ground as the sudden climax made her weak. She tried to concentrate on dragging Kate down with her, even as she moaned like a whore. It was no use. The inexplicable orgam nearly rendered her senseless.
Mandi blinked in confusion. As she looked around, she noticed that everyone was looking at her. Which made sense because she was bare naked in public. Well, except for her leash and collar. She had really done it to herself this time. Apparently the magic didn’t like to be ignored because the backlash had been epic. She was now nothing but an obedient pussy. Forced to crawl on her hands and knees for the rest of her life, where she fucking belonged.
“I’m a dumb bitch” Was all she could say once again. The statement seemed more true than ever now that she knew it was her fault. And it was really all she deserved for trying to deliberately transform poor Kate.
Speaking of whom. Kate strutted out from behind the counter. She towered over Mandi in her stripper heels. Her body had been reworked into a plastic fantasy by the magic. Whereas before she looked like she could have been a newcomer to the world of porn, she now had the appearance of an old pro. Everything was nipped and tucked to absolute perfection. Everything about her body, from her hair colour, to her nails, to her lashes was so obviously inauthentic.
Mandi instinctively placed her face on the floor and presented her enormously round ass for spanking. Punishment was what she deserved. This was what she was now. A bad, bad little pussy who needed to be fucking spanked.
She hoped Carl and Sara would be happy together. But she had a new owner now. Kate, who was going to give her exactly what she deserved.
Mandi cood slightly as she felt her master’s hand rubbing gently against her spherical ass cheek. Eventually, a firm smack did come. Which caused her to suck in air sharply through her teeth. It was good. It was so good because she was so bad.
With each well deserved slap, Mandi felt her will draining. Her new purpose in life was to submit to this goddess who owned her like a fucking pet now. There could be no changing back to the way things were because her mistress would never allow it.
Life was good. She was finally exactly where she belonged.
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